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Can I just tell you? This whole site needs an overhaul. My goodness! Thank you for visiting, come back again in a few weeks. I still appreciate your support. :)
 
I love your support. So many of you have encouraged me to keep writing all these years. I took a few years off because I wasn't feeling very confident about my skill and self-conscience about my subject matter. I really appreciate your gentle (sometimes haunting) push to get back on the proverbial horse. My favorite thing in the world is making someone laugh, typically at my own expense. It warms my heart to hear that my silly stories have helped you smile or laugh out loud when you felt like that's the last thing you could do.

 

I also really appreciate the support of many boyfriends who read through my entire collection of crazy and still chose to continue dating. I'm not sure if you felt bad for me or found me charming. Regardless, thanks for the encouragement.

 

I'm going to change things up a little bit. As you may have guessed, from some of my posts, I have aspirations of writing a book. (Or two, three, or four… We'll see.) Anyway, all of my stories, up to 3/6/17, are true and happened to me. I'm thinking about adding some characters to my stories and playing around with fiction writing. You'll be able to tell the real stories from fiction. I think. ;-)

 

I'm not sure what my books are going to be like, yet. I've always enjoyed reading fiction but, maybe non-fiction is the right path for me. I'm pretty confident with the voice I've developed in telling my silly stories and would like to continue to write in that tone. I know I'm going to start off slow because, as you know, self-discipline has never been one of my stronger qualities. I may try to play around with other subjects, too. Stay tuned.

 

This site is meant to make you laugh through stories that you may be able to relate to whether it's sour love, a cooking disaster, a social faux-pas, etc. So, bear with me as I stumble through my experiences, hopefully, more gracefully than the actual event, but just as funny, and either share the lesson or just make you laugh out loud.

If there's ever a story that really hits your funny bone or makes your day, let me know. I'd love to hear from you.

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Monday, October 20, 2008

 Blind Date
I’ve been searching for Mr. Right since I was 17. I’m Greek and the first-born of an immigrant mother. My family has been asking since I was a teenager, “When are you going to find a nice Greek husband?” The pressure has been building for some time so, it’s no wonder the thought crosses my mind with each new beau… “Are you my husband?” 

I meet a lot of men in my travels, jobs, friends, etc. that I end up dating here and there but very few of the relationships last beyond 3-4 months. I’ve had a handful last a year or more but they’re few and far between. I finally resolved to sign up for Match.com. That lasted a month; most of the men who were writing and “winking” seemed creepy. 

Blind dating is something I’ve avoided because of a sour experience at the hand of my own mother. I should have known when she emphasized how nice he was… I was naive back then, it was about 10 years ago. I’ll just leave it at, “he just wasn’t my type.” When I tore into the house following the “lovely” date, she practically wet her pants laughing at my summation of the evening. This must be where I get my empathy… 

So, on October 1st, I was completely taken aback when a client asked if he could give my phone number to one of his customers. He owns a Jewish deli, just like dancing is in my blood, matchmaking is in his. He was sure to tell me he had never set anyone up before (I bet) but he had a hunch about this one. I thought about it for a minute and said, “Oh, what the heck? Yes.” 

My blind date called me the following week; we met for a first date on the 9th at a little seafood place near my apartment. He was waiting at the bar when I walked in. When I spotted him, he wasn’t what I expected. After talking to him on the phone, I pictured him to be a rugged man with dark hair and dark eyes. He was on the thinner side with salt and pepper hair, glasses and blue eyes. The second I sat down I knew we were going to have fun regardless of whether or not there would be a second date. His smile was infectious, I just knew. 

The day before date #3, he texted me in the morning to ask if I’d like to go to the World Series on the 25th in Philadelphia… I must have made a good impression. I thought about it for about 30 seconds, threw caution to the wind and wrote back, “sure.” 

So, can I just tell you? I am going to the World Series. Unfortunately, my beloved Red Sox aren’t coming with me but, my husband may be.
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